Red Roses - A Sonnet Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Red Roses - A sonnet
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
The red roses bespeak of love and happiness with thee
The roses ornate with their leaves
And made into a bouquet with the lady's lace
Makes me embrace love in its varied forms
If married am I to a gentleman of honour
Who has a rough edged sword for a tongue
But rarely uses it
And richer am I for having borne your seed of love, our son,
Single-minded am I in my quest for fame and fortune
And my heart is like that of a rose
Which when its petals are plucked
Reveals its core which is also a tightly wound inner velvety petal
If you, Eros, are the subject, a rewarding man of passion
Then I am Psyche, the clause who becomes your soul of love.